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Genre: Literary Fiction
They say I was left on the steps of the orphanage where I grew up. I knew nothing of my heritage or even my name.
When the FedEx package of random items arrived, I was mystified.
Enclosed was a letter from a lawyer: “Our research finds you are the sole living heir of Ezra Cohen. These are his possessions. Mr. Cohen survived internment in a German death camp. He believed all his family was deceased. We hope these mementos of your grandfather will be meaningful to you.”
While I marveled at the objects, my matzo ball soup was getting cold.